Crash Into Me

Chapter 2- Dinner

Jax looked at the picture of him and his best friend and smiled at the memory. He and Opie were about ten or eleven riding their bikes. He plan to put the picture with his friend in his last resting place. Opie was killed in prison a couple of days ago, his death tore something from Jax, and he knew he would never be the same. To make matters worse when he came home he found his live in girlfriend Tara had moved out and moved back to Chicago.

"Jax it's time." Bobby called up to him.

Jax looked out at the parking lot from the roof he was sitting on. It was time to say goodbye to his friend Opie.

After the memorial, Jax drove home to his son. He paid Neeta his son's nanny and sent her home. Jax watched Abel play with his toys in the middle of the floor in his room. He was growing up so fast. He did not know how he was going to tell him Tara was gone. He could not believe she would get so close to his son where he was calling her mommy but then split without a decent goodbye. All she left him was a note-saying goodbye and that she was sorry she had to leave. She just could not handle dealing with his lifestyle. She told Jax she hoped he would soon find the strength to leave Charming so his son Abel would have a chance at a better life. She was right; his son deserved a better life. He had to figure out a way to move the club into more businesses that were legit. Jax picked up his son, hugged him tight, and kissed his forehead.

"I love you Abel." He told him kissing him again.

Brea sat at her laptop and googled Sons of Anarchy and was not too surprised at what popped up. Those men were some serious outlaws. In one of the many newspaper articles on the Sons she saw a mug shot of the man who crashed in her yard. The article said his name was Jackson "Jax" Teller. How could he look fine as hell in his mug shot picture? Brea shook her head as she gazed at his picture. She felt like such an idiot lusting after a man she met only once. Plus she was being a hypocrite; this man was obviously an outlaw and thug and had no problem with breaking the law and she always told herself she would never date anyone with a record. She had always refused to date any of the guys in her neighborhood. She grew up with most of them and they relentlessly asked her out but she did not give them the time of the day. She was not going to end up like most of the girls she went to school with. Many messed around with the local boys from the neighborhood and ended up pregnant and depended on the system for help as their baby daddies never helped with the kids. She did not speak to too many of the girls she grew up with because they told her she thought she was uppity because she went to college. Brea did not understand how wanting a better life for herself was considered uppity. During her internship at St. Thomas she remembered seeing many of her 'friends' give birth to babies with no father present. She refused to in up that way. She had worked hard in high school, did not date, she did not hang out on the street corner or attend any parties and she was able to graduate with one of the top GPA's at her high school and earn herself a scholarship to college. She looked at Jax picture again and found herself rationalizing all the charges he received. She needed to stop. She shut her laptop and decided not to ever think of him again. What good would become of it? She sent out another prayer to cancel out the prayer she prayed the day she met him. She did not need to see him again. Lord do not put him in my path again she prayed. She knew she did not completely mean it but she tried to pray with some conviction.

Jax pulled up to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes. At the register, the cashier was smiling at him and batting her eyes. He smiled back politely and found himself looking at the Hello Kitty plush dolls hanging above her head. Not really knowing why he asked the cashier for one.

"For your little girl?" she asked. The image of Mya's cute little face flashed in Jax's head.

"It's for a friend." He told the cashier.

"My little cousin just loves Hello Kitty. They are so cute she will love it." She told him while leaning on the counter trying to show off her cleavage.

"How much I owe you?" he asked ignoring her. She told him the total, obviously disappointed she could not get his attention. She put the stuff animal in a bag for him and Jax told her thank you and headed to his bike. Lighting up a cigarette he started his bike and headed in the direction of Hilltop and Market.

Brea grabbed as many of the grocery bags she could out of the car. She was so busy trying to get them into the house she did not pay attention when she heard Jax's motorcycle pull up. Mya was holding the screen door for her when she saw Jax pull up and just as Brea was heading in the apartment with her hands full of groceries Mya let the screen door slam shut on her as she ran up to Jax. Shit! Brea found herself cursing as the screen door hit her in the head.

Brea let go of her groceries when she saw Jax get off his bike, kneel down and embrace Mya who ran to him with her arms open. That child was too trusting of people. So she guess God decided to ignore her last prayer request. Jax picked Mya up and started to walk up to Brea. Brea started to panic as she started to think of how bad she looked. She had just finished a long day at work, picked up Mya from her moms and went straight to the grocery store. Her hair had to have been a mess and all traces of makeup would have been long gone from her face. She was so embarrassed.

"Hi….I hope you don't mind me stopping by." He told her. Brea shook her head no. She did not know what to say to him. Why was he here? She got her answer when he pulled a Hello Kitty stuff toy out of a bag he was holding. Mya shrieked with happiness.

"I wanted to thank you and little Mya again for helping me the other day." Brea found herself lost in his voice. He smiled at her and Brea was a goner as her mind immediately saw herself walking down the aisle to marry him. Jax bended down to grab some of her bags while Brea just stood there staring at him.

"Is it ok if I help you?" He asked breaking her out of her trance. Brea blinked a few times and yelled at herself in her head to quit acting like a teenager.

"Oh…we can manage Jax. Thanks anyway." She told him trying to grab the bags from him. Jax smiled widen.

"No…let me help you. How do you know my name?" he pulled the bags away from her reach. Brea mentally kicked herself for being so careless. Was she going to tell him she found out his name from cyber stalking him? What else was she going to tell him? She turned around to push open her door further. She hoped her place was not in complete disarray. As she walked into her apartment, she knew she should be more cautious in letting a strange white man with a rap sheet longer than her arm into her apartment but for some reason she was not afraid of him at all. He followed her to her kitchen and sat the bags on the kitchen table.

"Do you have any more bags?" he asked looking her up and down.

"Yes, in the car." She told him. Jax headed to her car to get the rest of the bags. Brea ran to the hall mirror to check out her appearance. She sighed with relief. She did not look to bad. She did have a stain on the front of her uniform from God knows where but her hair was actually in place and her makeup was not completely gone. Mya started digging in the bags looking for her juice boxes. Brea heard her car door slam and Jax entered the kitchen with the rest of the bags. He sat the rest of the bags on her counter and asked again how she knew his name.

Brea had to tell him as there was no other explanation.

"I googled the name on the back of your cut the other day."

"You did huh? I bet there was a lot on the internet about my MC." Brea nodded her head.

"You know my name but I didn't catch your name."

"Breanna Fletcher." She told him. He extended his hand to her and she took his hand to shake.

"Beautiful name… it is nice to formally meet you Breanna."

"Likewise."

They were both reluctant to let go of each other's hand and they found themselves holding each other's hand a little longer than necessary.

"Auntie I can't find my juice." Mya said breaking them both out of their trance.

"Well I better get going." He told her as he was about to head out the door. Brea didn't want him to leave and she knew he did not want to leave either.

"Have you eaten dinner?" she asked hoping he would say no he had not had dinner yet.

"No…I haven't" he told her with a hint of a smile on his face.

"If you don't mind waiting a few minutes you can stay for dinner." Please say yes….please say yes…

"I don't mind. Are you sure?"

Brea smiled her winning smile to him and Jax found his mind wandering as he took her body in from head to toe. He realized all the women he had met before her were pale in comparison to her and that included Tara.

"Yes…I'm sure."

"Auntie! My juice.." Mya was getting impatient.

"Ok..Ok.." Brea searched for her juice boxes and gave her one. "Now go play in your room while I fix dinner."

Mya skipped to her room clutching her Hello Kitty doll and drinking her juice box. Jax took off his cut, put it on the back of the kitchen chair, and sat at the kitchen table as Brea started to unpack the groceries.

"I am sorry but the only adult beverage I have is wine."

"I'm good…thanks"

Brea could not believe she was doing what she was doing. She had a complete stranger in her kitchen and she was cooking him dinner. Brea did not care…she deserved to live a little. She was twenty-three and had never done anything that would cause her family pain. It could be no worse than hearing all her so-called friends talk of bringing home complete strangers from clubs and having one-night stands.

She just hoped he would not chop her and Mya in little pieces. However, she knew her mother was going to kill her if she finds out. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized her family would find out as Jax's bike was parked right out front. She was never going to hear the end of it. She looked over at Jax who was intensely staring at her every move and she knew somehow he would be worth it.

"Chicken Alfredo ok?" she asked taking out wheat noodles, sauce, chicken breast and a bottle of red wine.

" 'scuse me?" Jax asked; as he did not hear what she said as he was too busy focusing on her butt.

"Chicken Alfredo…do you like it?"

"That's fine." He smiled.

Brea quickly grabbed one of her wine goblets, poured herself a big glass of wine, and turned her back to him and drunk the entire glass.

Jax could not help but smile as he watched her down a whole glass of wine. She was nervous. Well for some reason he was a little nervous too. It was not like him as he always held his own when it came to women. It was just something about her.

"I see you have on a medical uniform. What exactly do you do?"

Breanna told him she was a nurse at St. Thomas. Tara use to be a doctor at St. Thomas and her face flashed in Jax's head but he instantly pushed her image out of his head. Brea looked down at her stained uniform and told Jax she would be right back. She ran to her room and quickly changed into a tank top and yoga pants. She knew her yoga pants would have an effect on him and when she reentered the kitchen, she got the look from Jax she wanted.

Brea and Jax talked and got to know one another while she cooked. She told him a lot about herself and he told her a lot of info about his personal life. He told her he has a son, his father passed away when he was a teenager, he talked about his mom but as expected, he was super vague about the club. Throughout her cooking, she would ask him to come up and taste her cooking to make sure it was to his liking. She always found herself focusing on his lips every time he sampled the food. He always said it was good. Brea knew it was good because she was an excellent cook but she used the tasting as a way for him to stand close to her. He must have known that was her agenda because at each tasting he would stand a little closer to her.

Mya called from her room asking if dinner was ready.

"Almost." Brea yelled back to her.

Within a few minutes, Brea had the table set up with a salad, chicken alfredo and toast bread. Jax went to get Mya from her room for dinner.

They all sat at the table, said a quick prayer, and began to eat. Mya was so talkative with Jax and Brea watched as Mya wormed her way into Jax heart.

"This is really good Brea." Jax told her as he stuffed his mouth with more food.

"Thank you." Brea took another sip of her wine.

There was a knock at Brea's door and it startled her. Seeing the frown on Brea's face Jax asked if everything was ok.

"It's fine. I just wasn't expecting anyone." Brea got up and looked through the peephole.

"Fuck!" she found herself saying. Jax immediately got up and stood behind her in defense mode.

"Who is it?" he asked.

Brea sighed she could not believe this shit. They were here to ruin her night.

"It's my mom and my aunt." She looked back at Jax and he could see the worry in her eyes.

"Do you want me to leave? I don't want to cause you any trouble." He asked stepping closer to her. Brea had a slight buzz and found herself becoming slightly bold. She ignored the second knock at the door. She stepped up to Jax and ran her fingers through his blonde hair. He took her hand and lightly kissed the palm of her hand. It sent shivers down her spine.

He placed her hand to his chest and she could feel his heartbeat. They stood in silence for a moment looking at one another.

"How about I let you deal with your family and I can come by tomorrow to see you and Mya." He told her breaking the silence. Brea nodded. She tore off a piece of paper off the fridge's mini notebook and wrote her cell number down. Jax put it in his pocket. He grabbed his cut and keys. They stood at the door for a few more seconds.

"You know I want to kiss you right now." He told her.

"I know…maybe tomorrow when my family is not right outside the door ready to kick it in."

Jax chuckled.

"Good point. Thank you for everything Brea. Dinner was delicious." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Tell Mya I will see her later."

"Ok." Brea slowly opened the door to find her mom and auntie looking at her with their arms folded.

Jax widen the door to reveal himself and he heard both women gasp. He smiled at them as he walked out.

"Who the hell are you?" her mom asked.

"I'm a friend." He told her as he walked to his bike. Both women looked at him as he climbed on and drove off. They both then turned their attention back to Brea.

"What the hell are you doing Breanna?!" her auntie demanded as they barged into her house. Brea sighed. She really needed to move away. She was to grown for them to be in her business like this. God give her strength to deal with these two women.